"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley it looks like you will soon be having a beautiful baby boy." Doctor Watson told them as she wiped the ultrasound jelly off of Hermione's swollen stomach.

"A...A boy?" Ron stuttered, the grin on his face looked like it was about to break in half. Hermione chuckled as she sat up, lowering her shirt back over her belly.

"Yes, Mr. Weasley. A boy." The doctor said smiling politely and then escorting the couple back to her office to schedule their next appointment. Once that was done, Ron and Hermione drove back to the Weasley's infamous burrow to pick up one-and-a-half-year-old Rose.

Hermione sat down in a chair and Mrs. Weasley placed a sleeping Rose in her lap. She kissed her daughters head and chuckled, shaking her head, as Ron told everyone at the burrow about their soon-to-be son.

After a while, new baby Weasley got restless in Hermione's stomach and Hermione decided it was time to go. "Ron, could you take Rose?" Hermione requested shifting the sleeping baby slightly. Doctor Santez had told them when Hermione started showing that it could cause the baby to become even more restless if much weight was being placed on Hermione's abdomin, resulting in Hermione not being able to stand up and hold Rose at the same time.

Ron spun around looking slightly puzzled. "Who? Oh right yeah." He commented taking Rose up out of a worried looking Hermione's lap.

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Hermione and Ron walked into their apartment, their brand new baby boy in tow. Hermione went straight over and sat down tiredly on the couch while Ron took a sleeping Hugo into the nursery to finish his nap. A few seconds later, Ron came back in and sat down next to her, kissing her on the head. "Ron, would you mind going by yourself to pick up Rose?"

"Why? She's fine with your parents for a while, right?" he commented turning on the TV.

"Well, yeah, but I think she should be here too. I mean, its the babies first night home, we should all be here." She commented.

"Well, we are. I mean she can't really do anything with him so she should just stay with your parents." Ron commented. Hermione gritted her teeth.

"Fine, you stay with him. I'll go get her."

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Hermione woke up with a start. She looked around the dark room where she was staying with her parents and noticed the little amount of light coming from where the door was open slightly. She sat up, looking around the room intently for the intruder. She then stood up and walked around the bed, towards the door. She then tripped over something. She groaned slightly and rolled over onto her back just to be jumped on by a very worried looking 2 year old. "Mommy, are you ok?"

Hermione smiled. "Yes, hunny, I'm fine. What's wrong?"

Rose made herself comfortable on top of her mom and crossed her arms, resting her head on them. "Can't sweep."

Hermione nodded slightly, wrapping her arms around her daughter. After a few minutes of just looking at each other, Hermione sat up and stood Rose up in front of her so that she could stand up. The brunette then lifted the girl back up and took her over to lay with her in her bed. Rose soon drifted to sleep while Hermione lay staring at the ceiling.

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Hermione walked around her parents kitchen with Hugo on her hip as she made breakfast for her daughter. Her parents had already left for work and that left her alone to spend a day with the kids. When she had first come to stay with her parents, she had called in at work and told them that she had a family situation of her own that she needed to take care of and she had been given a few days off. That had been three weeks ago and now, considering it was Saturday, she had the day off. She hadn't heard from Ron since they left and her worry for him and grown over the days until she was almost sick. Hermione sat Hugo down in his high-chair and sat Rose's breakfast down in front of her before leaving to go to the bathroom.

Halfway up the stairs, however, she heard the whoosh of someone flooing into her parent's living room. She walked back down the stairs and toward the sound in time to see Ginny dusting herself off. "Ginny, what are you doing here?"

Ginevra Potter turned to face her, hands on hips. "You've got to go talk to Ron."

"Why?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"He hasn't slept, eaten, showered, or left your apartment since you left."

Hermione sighed. "Watch the kids ok? Their in the kitchen." she told Ginny as she stepped into the fireplace and flooed back to her apartment before her sister-in-law could answer.

Stepping out of the fireplace, the first thing she saw was Ron sitting on the couch, head in his hands, staring at the floor. Hermione sat down on her knees in front of him and brushed some of his long red hair to the side. His head snapped up and she smiled at him gently. Hermione wanted to cry at the site of the man she loved sitting on the couch looking exhausted and as if he had lost weight. He was studying her, his blue eyes searching her features for something that she wasn't sure she understood. "Ron?"

Ron looked into her eyes again questioningly before his eyes snapped back down to her mouth. He shook his head and forced his eyes to remained locked with hers. "Yeah?"

She smiled and leaned forward to where their lips were almost touching and whispered, "You can kiss me if you like."

"I... I haven't brushed my teeth."

Hermione closed her eyes at the thought that she had made him sound so broken and stood up to refresh her head. She hadn't done it, he'd done it to himself. She reached down and grasped his hand and tugged gently. "Come on, lets get you in the shower."

Ron allowed her to pull him into the bathroom and stared at her as she turned on the water and turned back to face him. She first removed his t-shirt and ran her hands down muscled torso, shaking her head of the thoughts, she reached the waist band of his pajama bottoms and tugged them down to the floor, quickly followed by his underwear. She was slightly surprised to see that he was standing hard and firm. Sex had always been a physical and mental thing for Ron and they hadn't even kissed. She smiled at him reassuringly when he looked ashamed of himself and, not wanting to influence him when he had a lot to think about, she started to leave the room.

Ron quickly grabbed her wrist. "Please, stay." He said more desperately then intended. "I mean... uh.. just..." he turned and motioned toward the toilet seat, "sit?"

Hermione nodded and sat down on the cushioned toilet seat lid and waited patiently for him to shower. After a minute, her eyes wondered to his sillouette and she watched as he washed himself but then she heard him sniff and lean back against the wall for a second before sliding down to the floor. She quickly stood up and opened the curtain, worried that something was wrong. Her heart broke when she saw his wet face and, judging by the color of his eyes and the fact that he tried to turn so that she couldn't see, she could tell that he was crying.

Hermione pushed him gently away from the wall and squeezed herself in between them so that he had his back to her and was in between her legs. She then pulled him back towards her and wrapped her arms around him and placed a light kiss to his hair when he turned and burried his face in her neck. "I'm sorry." she heard him sobbingly mumble.

"I know." she whispered back, bending her face down to where she could kiss his shoulder.

"I love her. She's my daughter, I love her." he said as if daring someone to disagree.

"I know." she whispered again.

"I... I can't live like this anymore, Hermione." he whispered with a sniff.

Hermione stiffened, not sure what he meant by that statement. "Ron?"

"Please come back." he begged, crying harder. "I can't take it anymore, please come back."

Hermione nodded. "I'll go get them after we're done."

"Done?" he questioned lifting his head slightly to look at her. Hermione nodded, her eyes venturing down to his mouth.

"Done." She then kissed him with all the strength she had. It had been over three weeks since they'd been together. Thats the longest they'd ever been apart and it almost killed them both. Hermione had the children to distract her though. Ron was home by himself and she knew that if Ginny hadn't come and got her when she did Ron might not have made it through another week. Hermione kissed her husband long and passionately, as if trying to sew it into his soul that he was loved and important.

Ron shifted until he was laying on top of Hermione, never breaking the kiss. He then brought his hands to the bottom of her nightgown, which she hadn't changed out of when she got out of bed, and raised it up to her waist. Looping his fingers in the waist band of her knickers he trailed them down her legs and tossed them somewhere in the bathroom before entering her. The kiss was broken by both of them moaning. When Ron started thrusting, however, Hermione wrapped his legs around him and held him still deep within her. Ron's eyes shot open. "What's wrong? Is it hurting you?" he questioned, worriedly, remembering their first time.

"No, I just wanna feel you." She moaned back smiling slightly and opening up hazy eyes to look at him. After a few minutes, she let him thrust and it didn't take long for them to go over the edge together.

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An hour later(after many more 'escapades' in various rooms of the apartment), Ron sat freshly bathed on the living room couch, waiting for Hermione to get dressed. Hermione walked in and straddled Ron on the couch. She kissed him again wishing all of the love she felt for him would pore out into it but there was nothing strong enough to show him that. Ron gently pulled away, knowing what she was doing and how he had scared her. "I know, love."

Hermione never realised how three words could make her feel so safe until then. She burried her face in his neck and inhaled, loving how he always smelt of soap and a smell she had long ago dubbed as his natural scent. "I missed you." she muttered, placing a light kiss in the soft spot where his should and neck joined.

Ron pulled her tighter to him. "You have no idea how much I wish I could take it all back. Ever since you left I kept getting these memories where I'd put Hugo before her and I never realised until now how much she was hurt by it."

"Yes, she was but, Ron thats why I did this. So that you could change. Imagine what it would have been like if it had continued until she was older. It may have never been able to be fixed then."

Ron nodded, knowing it was true. He kissed her softly one more time before gently lifting her off of his lap. "I want to see her."

Hermione nodded and they flooed to her parents house.

Stepping out of the fireplace, Hermione lead the way to the kitchen where Hugo still sat in his high-chair and Ginny and Rose were playing with some toys at the kitchen table. Ginny looked between Ron and Hermione a few times before excusing herself and flooing home. Hermione nudged Ron forward and he reached out to lift Rose. She looked at Hermione hesitantly and at Hermione's reassuring nod she raised her arms and let her father lift her up. Ron held her close and Rose relaxed into the hug after Hermione smiled at her. Hugo, not liking not having any attention, scrunched his nose up and started making a clatter on his high chair tray with his hands. Hermione smiled at him and let him out of it. They all flooed home and once they were Hermione went to put Hugo down for a nap and Ron sat Rose down in the living room floor before sitting down next to her and began playing with her.

Hermione stood in the doorway to the living room and smiled as she watched Ron and their daughter interact. The look in his eyes was as if he'd never been that happy before in his life. It was the same look he had on their wedding day and on both of the days that their children were born. Having his family back had been Ron's deepist wish and he'd found a way to achieve it. He knew that he'd do what ever he had to in the future to make sure he never lost them again.